But not actually, this won’t be a post about how epic Doctor Who is, which makes me sad. Maybe I’ll do one next week.
Anyway, we’re at that stage in our schooling careers where the teachers are like, ‘Now choose your destiny…’ and everyone is kind of freaking out which I don’t understand because we’re only in year nine.
We went to this thing on Tuesday night where they told us things, and I’ve basically concluded that I shall become an artist, because that sounds the most fun and the least stressful (that seems like a generalisation and a half – feel free to disagree.)
Some of my friends are doing outrageous things like asking to do VCE maths a year early, because they are out of their minds. Other’s are quote unquote ‘terrified of VCE’ which also doesn’t make sense because it’s just school…
Maybe I’ll just leave all this madness and wear funny hats for the rest of my life.